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Showing posts with label erotic short story. Show all posts

Friday, February 18, 2011

Pussyfooting Around

I've been pussyfooting around in more than one way. Or maybe trying to serve too many masters has caught up with me.

Of course, there's many pussy foots in my house - five cats. Bad joke, sorry. :)

Do women have mid-life crisis? Or mini nervous breakdowns? Or does plain exhaustion mimic either of those things? I've managed to keep my day job duties together pretty well and that's about it lately.

Here I am to stop pussyfooting around by telling you about "Pussyfooting Around".

Huh, you say?

I'm very honored that Ellora's Cave has re-released my short fantasy romance from the "Sex Kittens" anthology - "Pussyfooting Around". It released this week at:

http://www.ellorascave.com/



When Diamond gives her life in a selfless act, she is granted her most fervent wish—to become a human female so that she can win her beloved master’s heart. But becoming a human isn’t as easy as it looks. Pitfalls and traps lie in wait everywhere as she struggles to overcome her inner nature. If she fails this test, she will be turned back into a cat, and worse, lose Eddie’s love forever.


Notice Diamond's/Diana's tatoo on her back. Recently, my hubby asked me why so many women are getting tattoos on their back. How do I know? My guess - because they're pretty and sexy?

I understand that. What I don't understand is how women can stand to wear G-strings. They look like they'd be extremely annoying and uncomfortable. Although I'm all for beauty, I'm not for it at the expense of that much discomfort. In fact, I'm only aware that one of my friends ever wears a G-string. Maybe that's more of a younger crowd fad. Or maybe my other friends don't admit to wearing them.

Feeling my mortality lately, I've been working on my genealogy so my descendants will have it. So this G-string really seems at odds with the long dresses, long sleeves, neck-high collars, and high shoes my ancestors wore. Society has seen so many changes since my grandparents' youth a hundred years ago.

My heroine in Pussyfooting Around sees even more changes than clothing and electronics. You see, she's a cat who becomes a human. Wrap your head around that if you can. Here's an excerpt to help you try. :)

Excerpt - Pussyfooting Around

Copyright © ASHLEY LADD, 2004


All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

Diamond rolled in a patch of her favorite grass, the South Florida sunshine warming her belly. Spreading her paw wide over a four-leaf clover, she grabbed it with her extra finger. A polydactyl cat, she enjoyed her special paws.

A child’s strangled screams rent the air, nearly deafening her, chilling her soul. Hideous grunts mortified her, freezing her blood. Then she smelled it. Mildew and death. The neighborhood fiend had returned, mercilessly hunting new prey.

Alarm flooding her, she crept closer to the sound, her heart in her throat. The terrified cries belonged to the child who lived next door, the one who liked to cuddle her until she almost suffocated.

She didn’t know what a cat could do to thwart a ravenous alligator, but she couldn’t stand by and let the ogre hurt the little boy.

Screeching as loudly as she could, she called for reinforcements, hoping it wasn’t already too late. As long as the child screamed, he was still alive. As long as there was life, hope remained, however slim.

Streaking across the lawn, she leaped to the top of the fence, bounded down, and stared at the horrifying scene, her fur standing on end. The lethal creature chased the child at an amazing speed. It was much more agile than a bulky leathery being had any right to be. Huge jaws opened wide, and Diamond knew the young boy had no defense against its filthy, razor-sharp teeth. The gigantic creature would swallow him whole. The child’s only chance was if someone took his place—now. The seconds of his life ticked away.

No one else was in sight, human or animal. Where was that pesty dog Napoleon when she needed him? He never missed an opportunity to make her life miserable, but at least he could help her in a dire emergency. Eddie must have put him inside.

Terror engulfed her. Praying she would be reincarnated and elevated in her next life, Diamond darted between the boy and the monster, her claws sharp and ready to shred his soulless eyes. “Fight someone who can fight back, creepazoid.” Baring her fangs, her back arched, and her ears flattened against her head.

“An appetizer before the main course,” the disgusting creature taunted her, thrashing his long tail.

“Run!” she screamed to the catatonic kid, frustrated that he couldn’t understand her. Why, oh why, couldn’t humans understand her? She understood them.

Mustering her courage, adrenaline surged through her body. She screeched to distract the monster, her reflection in its black, soulless eyes valiant. Her tail pointed skyward stiffly. Her white fur bristled on her arched back. Her normally sunny eyes glittered almost as dark as the gator’s.

Snarling, her claws fully extended, her fangs ready, she swiped the monster’s long snout as she hissed, “Leave him alone!”

Long, deep scars engraved the leathery snout. With a pained grunt, the fiend whirled around on her, its huge maw snapping. Never had she seen such an enormously horrifying mouth. The beast could almost swallow the boy whole. He’d surely ingest her in one gulp.

Gnashing teeth ripped her flesh apart, and excruciating pain flooded her. Relief cut through the agonizing pain when the child’s father ran up and pulled his son to safety and then tried to pry her from the creature’s jaws. Wanting to be brave, she tried not to cry, but to no avail. Never had she dreamed such excruciating pain could exist. Finally, blessedly, darkness descended.

* * * * *

“You did well, my precious Diamond. Your noble sacrifice saved the child.” The most beautiful honeyed voice Diamond had ever heard wrapped her in silk.

She opened one eye and peered in the direction of the intoxicating voice. Her blurry vision slowly cleared. The loveliest human she had ever seen smiled serenely at her. The angelic being seemed to be floating on white fluffy clouds. Spears of sunlight pierced her transparent, sparkling body. Raven locks curled over her shoulders to her slender waist.

Diamond’s memory returned in bits and pieces. Flashes of the young child terrified, trying to escape from a monster, stabbed her. Then she saw a huge throat cavity and rows of horrific teeth. Shuddering, she squeezed her eyes shut against the frightening images that bombarded her.

“Don’t be scared, little one. You’re safe here.”

Here?

Diamond chanced another glance at her airy surroundings and realized she, too, floated on mere wisps of air. Startled, she clawed for purchase, her paws slicing invisible air. Oxygen filled her lungs but she couldn’t exhale. Gasping, she asked the woman, “Where is here?”

“You’re in Heaven, my pet. I’m called Venus, Goddess of Love. I brought you here.” A sunny smile curved the goddess’s beautiful lips and lit her exquisite features.

“Heaven?”

Where were all the golden mice? The golden goblets of fresh milk? The raw meat cut into bite-sized chunks?

Then a much more poignant thought struck her full in the chest, making her heart ache unbearably. “I’ll never see my master Eddie again? But he’ll be distraught! What will he do without me? Who will guard his house? Who will he cuddle up to at night?”

“A truly noble soul.” Venus beamed satisfaction upon her. “Your concern is still with your master.”

Diamond wasn’t sure exactly how noble her feelings were in regards to her master, so she veiled her eyes from Venus’ discerning gaze. She’d wished nightly that she could be in his bed, in his arms in a totally different manner—that she could be a human female…

Venus scooped her up in her silky arms and played with Diamond’s extra finger. She whispered in her ear, her breath warm and ticklish, “I can read your thoughts.”

Impossible!

Diamond’s eyes widened. She curled her paw around the woman’s finger. Her whiskers twitched as her tail wrapped around her body. Never before could a human read her mind. Of course, she had never been able to converse in human before, either. This Heaven was the strangest place she’d ever seen, and that included all the moving pictures she’d watched in that little box in Eddie’s living room that transported her to faraway destinations.

Venus said, “Heaven’s beyond your dearest dreams. We’re in the reception area. But I wonder…it wasn’t your time to die. You were due several more years on Earth.”

Diamond sucked in her breath. Did that mean the goddess might send her back to her master? How wonderful.

Venus rubbed behind her ears, making her purr. “Um…can I send you back?” The beauty stared into space, her gaze cloudy.

Diamond held her breath hoping with all her soul. Please! She wanted to see Eddie so badly she ached.

After several long moments Venus looked down at her. “Would you like to return to Earth as a human?”

Diamond blinked. She’d forever hoped she could be a human female so she could love Eddie, but she hadn’t dared dream her fantasy could ever become reality. She’d have jumped into an alligator’s maw sooner if she’d known. “I would love it and be eternally grateful. But where will I live?”

“Wherever you want to live, of course. As a human, you’ll have the freedom to choose for yourself.” A soft breeze swished Venus’ full skirts about her legs.

“With Eddie?” Diamond’s heart beat a suffocating drumbeat at the idea of living with Eddie as a human female.

The goddess brushed stray wisps of dark hair away from her eyes. “That I cannot guarantee. But I can return you to his neighborhood, and then you must make your own way. Hurry and decide—I have another pressing mission awaiting my attention.”

“Yes!” Diamond leapt for joy. Any chance was better than none. She missed Eddie so very much, she could barely breathe.

“Find a way to make Eddie love you, little one. Be your sweet, gentle spirit, and he’ll see what a treasure you are. Do you still want me to change you into a human? Say the word.”

“Yes, please! I’ll use all my wiles to make Eddie fall in love with me. I’ll rub his head and curl up on his lap. I’ll lick him all over. I’ll hunt for him. My master won’t be able to resist.”

A slight frown tugged at Venus’ lips, marring her flawless face. “Word of warning, my Diamond. Once I transform you, you’ll be human on the outside and you’ll have many human traits, but your heart and soul will always be part feline. If you want to fit in and take your new rightful place, you must guard against your old nature. In time, it will get easier, but you have much to learn. The human world is a complex one.”

Diamond’s hopes crashed. “You don’t think I can adjust? But I’ve lived with humans my entire life. I know humans so well.” She had paid much more attention to humans than her siblings who had thought her obsession with her master and his kind demented.

“Yet you speak of hunting for food and you call him ‘my master’. Humans rarely hunt, especially not today’s females…”

How backwards!
“Females are born to hunt.” It was her duty to catch food for her family.

The raven-haired goddess shook her head. “Not in the human world. Human females open boxes and cans to eat, instead of gathering food. They order in food from restaurants. You have much to learn.” Venus tapped her finger against her lips and paced in front of Diamond. “Perhaps I was too hasty with my reward. Perhaps cats cannot fit into the human world. You won’t even know how to read, or write…or cook.” Venus nibbled her lip and knelt down by Diamond’s side.

No! She couldn’t change her mind now.

Alarm slamming through Diamond, she rose on her haunches to pat Venus’ cheek with a gentle paw. “You can’t promise me the moon and stars and then yank it away from me thus. I know I can learn. Please give me a chance. No one could love my master the way I do.”

“And you won’t blame me if everything isn’t perfect? If Eddie does not fall desperately, irrevocably in love with you? If you don’t find the human world as much to your liking as you dream?” Indecision flickered across Venus’ worried eyes.

Diamond held up her paw somberly. “I shall not hold anything against you, your grace. I will be grateful for a second chance at life, to merely be with my master, whether he chooses me as his true mate or not.”

Indecision flickered across Venus’ darkened eyes. “Your emotions will intensify. Your heart will swell and be capable of holding much more ache than you ever imagined.”

“I’m sure. Please make me a woman. I am anxious to see how I shall look.”

An indulgent smile lit the goddess’s face. “You won’t miss your exquisite fur?”

Diamond shook her head emphatically. “It will be easier to keep myself clean, and I won’t be as warm in the hot time of year.”

“You won’t miss your whiskers?”

“I won’t try to squeeze under beds and into tight places.” She wouldn’t need to.

“You won’t miss your agility? You won’t be able to run as fast or jump as high.”

“But I’ll be able to soar to the heights of love and acquire knowledge beyond that of any other cat since the inception of the universe.”

Venus’ lips curved upward at that, and she nodded approvingly. Then she sobered again. “You won’t have nine lives anymore.”

“Did I have nine lives when the alligator swallowed me? I’m here, aren’t I?”

“Yes, my little Diamond. You have a point.” The goddess tapped her finger against her curving lower lip. “I must make a condition of my own. I will give you six months in which to win the love of a human male. If in that time, you fail, you shall revert to your former self and live out the rest of your days as a cat. Do you agree to my terms?”

Oh, yes!

Pussyfooting Around is available at Ellora's Cave.








 

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Monday Minute Fiction: Body Painting

Monday Minute Fiction

Body Painting

by Ashley Ladd

  

(this work belongs to Ashley Ladd and cannot be duplicated without permission)


* Don't forget, my erotic romance novel "Bad Conduct", the sequel to "The Perfect Gift" releases today, Monday April 19th at Total-E-Bound.

Body Painting  
 
 
Shivers attacked Brandee Levy as she unzipped her pants. "I thought you were going to paint me naked," she asked as she looked around at all the graffiti decorating the walls of the old warehouse.

Nate looked up at her from the cold concrete floor, his blue eyes inscrutable. "Body art."

She looked around but spied nothing except large cans of paint. Her brow crooked. "What kind of body art? Where's your canvas? Your easel?" 

Nate pushed off the floor and rose to his feet. He took her jeans as she stepped out of them and folded them neatly. Then he helped her out of her unbuttoned blouse and added it to the stack of clothing.

When his fingers grazed her naked flesh, she quivered. She'd never posed naked before, never known a man like Nate. And she wanted to know him...intimately.

First, however, she let him take charge of the session. She liked take charge men and hoped he was one. With his dark good looks, and intense gaze, his every look made her quiver. His brief touch threatened to melt her. And the idea of being immortalized naked on canvas made her pussy quake, especially if Nate hung her nude painting in his bedroom.

To her disappointment, he walked away from her, leaving her cold and bereft in the drafty room. She'd hoped he'd warm her with his body.

A couple moments later he swaggered back, carrying a large tent-like thing. Then he spread it on the floor. "This is the canvas."

She eyed it and frowned. "On the floor? What kind of artist are you?"

"Abstract." He grabbed a can of yellow paint and poured a large circle onto the canvas. Then he added blue, red and purple.

Brandee put her hands on her hips. She wasn't sure what to think but when his gaze caressed her breasts, her nipples beaded.

He pointed to the canvas. "Roll around in the paint. Spread yourself on it."

Not sure about it. she hesitated. Then she decided, "What the hell. Might be fun."

She threw herself into it and rolled around the canvas, painting with her toes, her nose, her nipples and even her pussy. She tossed a saucy gaze to the artist. "How's this?"

Nate ambled up to the edge of the canvas and towered over her. His shadow kissed her.

She wished with all her heart that it was him kissing her, rubbing paint over her body, painting her with his cock. "Good, but I think it could be better."

Better?

She tilted her face up to him. "How?"

Nate cracked a lopsided grin and began to strip. When he was fully naked, his engorged cock hanging heavily, he drawled, "Let me help. Let me caress you like the paint. Let the canvas be an expression of our passion."

"Be my guest." But she hoped he wouldn't be too abstract. She longed for him to be very specific.

He added green and white paint to the mix then lowered himself to the canvas, rolled around in it, then painted a heart with his cock. When she giggled, and said, "I've never seen a man do that before."

Nate tented his brow at her. "You've rolled around naked in paint before?"

She shook her head. "Not that, either." She swept her lashes low over her eyes and curled her fingers around his cock. It was warm and pulsing in her hand and made her blood boil. "And I've never made love in paint...but I'd like to."

He pulled her into his arms and his hot breath skipped across her neck. His minty breath mingled with hers. "I'd love to also."

Then a sobering thought brought her back to earth and she sighed. "We can't. The paint might be toxic...inside. Is there a shower in here?"

A bright smile lit his lips. "It's non-toxic, edible paint. We can lick each other clean all over and we'll be perfectly fine."

Joy radiated through her and she moulded herself to him. Slick with paint they slid against each other, laughing. When he nudged his knee between her legs, she spread them wide and invited him inside.


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Monday, April 12, 2010

Monday Minute Fiction: Lost…and Loving It


Monday Minute Fiction

"Lost…and Loving It"

All rights belong to Ashley Ladd.
This story cannot be reproduced without written permission of the author.

*This story contains explict male-male sex.

Travis Moore chuckled at how low he had fallen. He had nothing to do on a Saturday night except laze around his apartment and watch DVDs. There wasn’t even anything decent on TV except. It was raining so using the pool was out and he’d already worked out at the apartment’s gym.

So he grabbed his laundry and decided to get it done while everybody else was out having a good time. At least he could get in and out quickly. He didn’t even bother to throw on a shirt before he traipsed down the hall with his basket.

He bet that two-timing Rory was whoring it up tonight with every drunken Joe he could find. One man wasn’t enough for the jerk. He wanted everyone who had a hard-on. Just once Travis wished he could be so uninhibited he could be in an orgy or do it with more than one man in a night. But he’d always been the solid, one-man-at-a-time kind of guy. He was a homebody who liked to cuddle up with his lover, keep him to himself. His heart couldn’t stand another rejection yet. So here he was, all alone in the Laundromat.

He opened the door to throw in his laundry and he heard strange rumblings.

“Earthquake,” he mumbled and tried to steady himself for when the floor started shaking. The crazy things had been tearing apart the world lately. “It’s the end of days so I should find me a man, too,” he said under his breath. When he died, he wanted to be in a pair of strong arms who belonged to a kindred heart.

The roaring grew louder and wind whipped around him. “Tornado! Shit!” He dove under the table but the cyclone caught his feet and dragged him back. It sucked him into the air then pulled him into the machine with his clothes.

His fingers scrabbled for purchase on the door, the lip of the machine, anything, but he was sucked into the vacuum. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t exhale. His blood rushed to his feet and he couldn’t piece together a coherent thought.

Then he was dropped to the ground and the wind stopped as suddenly as it had begun. He held his aching head and opened his eyes.

He blinked. Then he blinked again. His eyes widened.

This wasn’t the laundry room. And it wasn’t the remains of a building torn to shreds by an angry storm.

Was it heaven? Hell? The Land of Oz?

He held his head and closed his eyes again. He counted to ten demanding his nightmare to go away. But when he opened his eyes he still saw the odd surroundings. Palatial columns rose to a gilded ceiling. Wispy sheets hanging from the ceiling wafted in the slight breeze coming in from a large open doorway. Marble floors felt cool and glassy beneath his hands. Soft, harp-like music drifted around him. Everything was white on white with tints of gold. Could it be heaven? It sure didn’t look like hell.

He lifted his hand and wiggled his fingers in front of his eyes. Then he circled his ankle in the air. After that he pushed himself to his feet and stretched his sore limbs. He marveled that he wasn’t black and blue from the rough treatment. But that was secondary to the mystery of where he was.

The door opened and the most beautiful man he’d ever seen glided in. He was naked except for wide gold bangles around his wrists and ankles, and a gold Egyptian-like necklace around his neck.

Travis’s mouth watered and his cock grew heavy in his shorts. When the other man’s cock grew long and thick before his eyes, Travis blinked again. “Where am I? Why am I here? Who are you?”

He winced at how trite he sounded, but the questions were honest ones.

The other man swaggered to him and circled him, looking him up and down. Then he sidled close and stroked Travis’s cock through the thick denim. “I am Ammon, Sheikh of Annuki. And you are the newest member of my harem.”

Travis’s mouth went dry and he wished he was as naked as the other man. He croaked, “Harem?” He shook his head. He’d never heard of a gay harem.

“This must be a mistake. I’m a man. I can’t…”

“No mistake. I have hundreds of the most beautiful men from all over the world, from throughout time. And you are my newest acquisition.” The god-like man blazed gold in the streaming light through the doorway as the sun climbed in the cloudless sky.

“Acquisition? Newest member of your harem?” Travis knew he must be dreaming but if he got to taste that cock, to feel the man’s magical hands on his bare flesh, he didn’t want to wake up. “Am I your prisoner?”

“Henceforth, you are mine. And you will never want to leave. When I am not partaking of your beauty and your pleasure you will be free to love the other members of my harem. No one has ever wished to leave. I doubt you will be the first.”

Tsk-tsking, Ammon slipped the button of Travis’s pants out of his hole then unzipped them. “It’s not fair that you can see me in all my glory and I can’t see you.”

Travis wasn’t sure what to do. He yearned to shed his pants and his inhibitions and have wild sex with the handsome stranger. But he didn’t belong here. He didn’t want to be a kept man. He had a life…

Ammon pressed his lips to Travis’s neck and trailed hot kisses across his shoulder blade. Then he pushed Travis’s pants down his legs.

Mesmerized by the Sheikh’s soft lips trailing down his body and his masterful hands on his legs, Travis trembled and gave into the pleasure. When Ammon’s lips kissed his cock, Travis’s knees buckled.

Ammon took off the rest of Travis’s clothing leaving him naked. Then he swept Travis into his arms and deposited him on the extra large bed. He kissed his way up Travis’s legs, to his cock where he languished. “Um, you taste wonderful. I could get lost in you.”

Travis was already lost…and loving it. This was a fantasy come true and he didn’t want to wake up. He lifted his hips off the bed and pushed his cock deeper into his lover’s mouth.

Ammon cherished Travis’s cock for several moments, moaning in chorus with Travis. When he left Travis’s cock, Travis growled his protest. But when Ammon flipped him over and plunged his cock inside, Travis forgave him. At this moment, he never wanted to leave. He felt that he was where he belonged.

Expertly, Ammon drove in and out, bringing Travis to the brink of ecstasy, backing off, then restoking Travis’s fire higher and hotter. Finally, Travis came long and hard in Ammon’s arms.

“I have a treat for my new favorite man,” Ammon whispered against Travis’s ear as he pulled out of him and took him in his arms.

“What is that?” Travis would be happy if he never had another surprise in his life. He’d never felt so fulfilled, so blissful.

Ammon authoritatively clapped his hands high in the air. “Join us!”

The gilded doors flew open and several buff, naked men flooded in. Their cocks were long, thick and heavy. They glistened with cum. They were all colors of the rainbow, all exemplary of their races. And all crawled onto the bed and began to kiss and caress Travis.

Ammon moved back and held his hands wide. “Enjoy!”


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Sunday, March 28, 2010

Monday Minute Fiction: Soul Mates

Soul Mates

Monday Minute Fiction
March 29, 2010



This is a work of fiction. All rights belong to Ashley Ladd.
This story may not be reproduced without the written consent of the author, Ashley Ladd.
If you are under 18, please do not read further. This is a transgender romance.

Darren McDavid finished off his third beer as he waited at the bar for his best buddy from his Air Force days, Joe Spangler. Back in the nineties they'd raised so much hell in Japan and Korea they'd been kicked out of the Far East.

He'd had a thing for Joe but had been afraid to show his true self, both because he was scared his friend would reject him and also because the military would have kicked him out if they'd known he was bi.

They hadn't seen each other in at least ten years but they'd been emailing. Joe had emailed that he'd be in Darren's neck of the woods so they'd planned to meet here tonight. He'd But it was getting late and the guy wasn't answering his phone so Darren was about to leave. His idea of a good time wasn't hanging around a smoky bar alone, being stood up by someone so important to him.

Then a svelt woman claimed the chair next to him. She sent a flirty smile at the bartender and tilted her head, sending a cascade of silky bronzed hair over her shoulder. "I'll have a Guinness."

Interested against his will, Darren let his gaze slide over the woman who looked to be his age and shared his taste in beer. She was tall and big boned for a woman but had a slim waist and tons of curves. Maybe tonight wouldn't be a bust. He whipped out a couple crisp bills and thrust them at the bartender. "The lady's drink is on me."

The woman's smile widened and she clinked her beer to his. She looked around him then up at him. "Thanks. Are you here alone?"

Darren twisted in his chair and scanned the dim room. "Looks like I've been stood up so yeah."

The woman twisted the gold hoop in her ear as she pouted. "Bummer. Who are you waiting for?"

He put his beer down and squared off against her. "An old buddy."

She sent him a coy look. "Not a woman friend?"

Darren chuckled and shook his head. Why did people assume he'd be waiting for a woman? "There's been no one special in a long time."

The woman sidled closer and her knee brushed his and her skirt swooshed back revealing a length of sexy thigh. "That's hard to believe about such a handsome man."

At least the night wouldn't be a total bust that Joe hadn't shown up. "And what about you? Do you have a special someone?"

The woman took another swig of her beer then licked her lips. "Just someone I've had a long time crush on."

His heart fell and he twisted back to the counter. So it wasn't his night. Damn! "Oh."

She touched his arm. "You, Darren McDavid."

Surprise flooded him and his groin tightened. He turned back to her and studied her closer. She looked slightly familiar but he couldn't place her. He inventoried her expressive sky blue eyes, her heart-shaped face, and the slight tilt on the tip of her nose.

Sky blue eyes...

Joe had the same shade of bright blue eyes, eyes the women had loved. Was she related to his friend? Had Joe sent his sister to tell him he couldn't make it? Or to set them up? "What's your name?"

"Jo." She held out her hand in greeting.

"Jo as in Jo Ann or Jo Ellen?" He folded her hand in his and was surprised it was larger than he would have imagined for a woman. He turned it over and examined it from the jeweled nails to the long fingers.

"Just Jo."

Even the voice had a familiar ring. He squinted to see better. "Do we know each other? By any chance are you related to Joe Spangler?"

Jo turned her hand in his and squeezed his. "Darren, I am Jo Spangler. The person you came to meet."

Darren's heart stopped. His jaw dropped. He blinked. "Impossible. My friend Joe's a guy."

"I was born Joseph William Spangler, but I was always Josephine inside." Jo rubbed his knuckles hypnotically with her thumb.

Shocked, Darren stared unabashed. "But you're so-so feminine, so beautiful. Joe was so macho." Upon closer inspection he noted wide shoulders and an Adam's apple.

"I was hiding my true self. I was hiding my attraction to you. But I wasn't hiding our friendship or who I was otherwise. Can we still be friends?"

Hell! His body wanted to be way more than friends even as his mind was reeling. Was this really so weird? He'd gotten it on with guys a few times and enjoyed it. He'd been attracted to Joe as a man but hadn't made a move as Joe had seemed so macho and the military had been so down on gays and bi-sexuals.

Dizzy, he asked, "Why didn't you warn me?"

"I wanted to see if you'd recognize me. If you'd accept me as a woman. Do you?"

"Are you really a woman?" Darren's gaze lowered to the juncture between Jo's thighs. Just because he couldn't see a bulge didn't mean it wasn't there.

Jo's grin kinked. "Absolutely, inside and out now. And this woman's in love with you. Does that shock you?"

Darren stood and pulled Jo into his arms. He cradled her against his heart and lowered his lips to capture hers.

Jo put her hand to his lips. "Does it?"

Darren murmured, "Does it feel like I'm shocked? Would it shock you to know I wanted you when you were a man?"

Her eyes widened. Then joy flooded them. "Really? But you liked women. Remember those working girls we chased in Korea?"

Darren pulled her hips against his, couldn't wait to get much closer. "I like men and women, but I liked you best."

Jo let her fingers flutter to his chest, removing the barrier to her lips. "So my sex doesn't matter?"

Love flowed through Darren and he felt free for the first time in years. He couldn't wait to take her home and get her in private. "I love you. We're soul mates."

She stood on tippy toe and pressed her breasts to him. Against his lips she huskily murmured, "Let's get out of here. I want you. Now."

"And I want you now and forever."

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Monday, March 22, 2010

Monday Minute Fiction: Tease

I was thrilled with the feedback I got from last week's Monday Minute Fiction. As promised, here's this week's morsel to start off your week with a bang.

Each week, my friend, author Brynn Paulin, sends a sexy picture to me on which to inspire my short, hot story. Brynn and I, and perhaps more authors in future, will give you this present every Monday.

Without further ado...


Tease


Copyright by Ashley Ladd
March 2010
*No one may reprint this story or a derivative without my written consent. However, please feel free to link to and tweet about my story.





Nicole Dean contemplated a long skinny zucchini, turning it over in her hand. A loud sigh escaped her lips. She wanted to be thin and sexy thus she was going to have to eat a lot of cabbage soup and veggies for the next several months. Her taste buds screamed about the proposed torture and her tummy grumbled.

She was going to be thin and beautiful if it killed her, damn her appetite!

A pair of hands grabbed her from behind and she was whirled around as if she was a feather. As a scream gurgled in her throat, a deep male voice crooned in her ear, "Nicole Dean! What are you doing back in town?"

The voice had a familiar ring but she couldn't place it. When her captor put her down and she could see straight, she sought his face in the vegetable aisle mirror. Again, she couldn't put a name to the face peering back at her above the peppers, but it looked oddly familiar and so hot she started to melt.

Shaky, she pushed the strange hands off her hips and pivoted around on the ball of her sandals. She faced off against the guy. "Who are you? Do I know you?"

The hottie, all 6'4" of him, gave her a crooked grin and splayed his hands. "Patrick Baldwin, Emma's brother."

Patrick?

She gulped and her jaw dropped. Electricity flared through her veins as she drank in the cutie. Her eyesight fought with her memories of the little twerp who used to follow her around and annoy the hell out of her. If she'd known he'd grow up to look like a fireman who'd just stepped out of one of those hot calendars, she would have shown more patience, kept in touch. 

Her hand crept to her throat. "Little Patrick?"

Patrick looked down at himself as his smile spread wider on his face. "I'm not so little anymore."

He snatched the zucchini out of her hands and waved it before her eyes. "I'm a lot bigger than this."

Nicole started choking and finally believed he was who he said he was. She grabbed the innocent vegetable out of his hand and put it in her cart. "Brat. You're still the same annoying little boy inside, even if you look like dynamite."

He backed her against the vegetable display and leaned in close. His gaze bore into hers. "I'm not a boy, and I am dynamite. Remember? I told you so many times."

But the high school senior she'd been hadn't believed his seventh-grade self. She'd yelled at him for spying on her while undressing from his hiding place in his sister's closet during one of her many sleep overs.

He put his hands over hers and his thumbs caressed her. "Fancy finding the woman of my wet dreams in the vegetable aisle of my local grocer."

Her pussy quaked and she creamed her panties. She knew he meant past tense but she suddenly wished he meant present. "Why are you doing this?"

He leaned closer until he was only a kiss away. "Doing what?"

When his hot breath careened down her neck, she shivered. "Teasing me. Cornering me."

"Teasing you? Like you used to tease me, prancing around my house in your teddy? Braless? Your nipples showing through, taunting me? Never!" He leaned closer and his chest brushed her breasts, burning through her thin blouse.

Oh God. Memories flooded her and heat crept into her cheeks. After she'd caught him spying on her, she'd wanted to teach him a lesson. It looked like he was teaching her one instead.

"I'm sorry..." Her words faded. Was she sorry? Would he look like he was about to kiss her now if she hadn't done that? Would he have remembered her? Would his cock be hard and grinding into her at this very moment? Would her blood be boiling and her pulse racing at warp speed?

"I'm not. At least I'm not if you'll join me for dinner...tonight."

Her breath caught in her throat. She wanted to pinch herself to see if she was dreaming. This couldn't be happening. She hadn't thought of Patrick or Emma in years and now this?

Her brain spun out of control. She'd read the dating psychology books that told women to play hard to get. To make men chase them and never ever to accept a date for the same night.

She hadn't been tempted to accept a booty call in years, not since college. She'd kept men at a distance since her divorce from Ron almost four years ago. But she didn't want to keep this one at a distance, not at all.

She wondered what Emma would think? That she was a cougar? A dirty old woman?

She inventoried Patrick, from his matured face with the sexy five o'clock shadow, his broad shoulders, his lean hips, and that hard cock pressing into her, inviting her to have a naughty night with him and to make a new memory.

She swept up her lashes and gave him a flirty look and rubbed her hips against his. Then she gave a pointed look to her cart. "Um, I don't know. I have a scrumptious dinner planned..."

He half turned and scanned her cart. Then his gaze danced back to her. "Cabbage? Carrots? And that very skinny green thing?"

"Zucchini," she supplied. Then she felt funny and wondered if he thought she was planning to be naughty with that pitiful vegetable?

He plucked the green phallus out of the cart and tossed it back into the vegetable bin. "Trust me, you don't want that. I promise to feed you much better."

Her heart flip flopped and her knees began to buckle. She had to loop her arms around his neck or sink to the floor. "Promise?"

He crossed his heart with his hand. "Promise. I'm all grown up. You won't be sorry how you teased me."

She couldn't wait to get him somewhere private so she could rip off his clothes and take him up on his offer. "So stop teasing me and I'll stop teasing you."

His lips plundered hers and he pulled her against him, leaving her in no doubt that he had no intentions of teasing her for very long.

When they came up for air, she murmured against his lips, "How far do you live from here? I'm across town."

"Five minutes away." As if he read her mind, he linked his fingers through hers and pulled her to his car.

Laughing, she tried to catch her breath. She looked at the black night and how his car was parked in a dark, private spot, as if he'd known he'd find her tonight. Then she looked up and didn't see any cameras lurking on the street. Otherwise, it was deserted as well.

When they were enclosed in the car, she sidled up to him and pressed her lips to his cheek. "Five minutes is much too long." She unzipped his pants and stroked his cock, stoking their heat.

He slipped his hand under her skirt and inside her panties. His brows tented. "Five minutes? Hell, you've kept me waiting fifteen years."

She wiggled against him and burrowed against his warmth. "The wait is over. No more teasing."

He tugged at her panties and murmured against her lips. "No more teasing."

*If you missed my short erotic story last week for Monday Minute Fiction, click here.

To read more Monday Minute Fiction free stories, visit the awesome Brynn Paulin where more links are posted.

Also, be sure to visit every Monday for a new free short story here.

Also be sure to check out my new erotic romance releasing today, "Crazy In Love" at Total-E-Bound.com

The ghost of Kacey's crazy great-grandfather threatens her life but just might save her marriage.

When the ghost of Kacey's crazy great-grandfather mistakes her for her great-grandmother, he threatens to kill her for cheating on him. Meanwhile her husband, Heath, finds out she believes he's fallen out of love with her and he sets out to show her just how much he loves her. However, he fears she's crazy as she claims to see homicidal ghosts.

Although Kacey longs to save her marriage, she doesn't know if she can stay with a man who doesn't believe her and thinks she's insane.


Excerpt:

A mixture of awe, disbelief, enlightenment, and grief washing over her, Kacey Carlisle poured over her great-great-grandmother’s pension claim records. The ancient handwriting was almost illegible in places yet it was clear—her grandfather, August, hadn’t left his wife and family as the descendants had believed all these years. Her grandmother, Emma, had kicked him out.


Emma had sworn under deposition she’d feared for her life after August had returned home from the Civil War, physically and mentally ill. Other acquaintances had also testified under oath that August had suffered from crazy spells, that he’d thought spirits were chasing him. Others claimed August believed Emma to have been unfaithful. For sure, he’d been a tortured soul.

Kacey’s head spun so she took another sip of her soda as she tried to make sense of her readings. Clearly, there were two sides. Still, she sympathised with Emma. Her own husband, Heath, while not insane or abusive, had been ignoring her for a long time and so her thoughts had turned more and more to divorce. It broke her heart, but she could no longer deny it. Heath had fallen out of love with her. If she paraded naked before him, he’d only tell her to quit acting silly and stop blocking the TV.

Oh, yeah. She empathised with her ancestor. Men could be real shits. Who needed them?

Her heart cracked a little more. Who was she fooling? She still loved her husband, desperately, madly. Insanely. At least, they didn’t have kids who would get hurt.

Miffed at herself, she chewed her lower lip. So it would seem she was insane, too. Who would hang on when the situation was so hopeless?

Only a crazy person. Maybe she’d inherited Grandpa August’s crazy streak.

”It’s late. Come to bed,” Heath muttered on a growl. Barefoot, he padded through the hall and scowled at her. He scrubbed the heel of his hand over the beginnings of new stubble on his chin. “I’ll lose my job if you keep me awake all night. I won’t be able to function at work tomorrow.”

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Sunday, March 21, 2010

Character Interview: Kacey Carlisle from new book "Crazy In Love"

Kacey Carlisle, the heroine from my erotic paranormal romance releasing today, has kindly agreed to an interview with me to tell readers a little about her romance.

Help me to welcome Kacey and be sure to ask her questions.

Ashley: Kacey, welcome! As you know my blog is titled "Happily Ever After" which is because that's what I write.

Kacey: Thanks, Ashley. I've never been interviewed before and I don't know much about this blogging stuff.

Ashley: (gasp) You don't blog? I thought everybody blogged in 2010. So what do you do with your time?

Kacey: I've been busy doing my family genealogy. A distant cousin sent medical records to me about our great-great-grandfather, from right after the Civil War. It has personal interviews with my great-great-grandmother, his doctors, his friends, his neighbors, his employers... It's such a great find, better than a treasure chest full of rare gems.

Ashley: Wow! I've dabbled in genealogy but haven't done much of it in a couple years. I hit a dead end when my ancestors got on the ship in Germany, back in the 1800's.

Kacey: I'm available for hire. I LOVE to do genealogy. Except when insane ghos... Oops! I didn't mean to say that. I don't want to give anything away.

Ashley: Let's change the subject then. I usually don't think of romances being about married people, unless of course, it's about an arranged marriage. Was yours an arranged marriage?

Kacey: This is 2010 in the US. Who has arranged marriages? No, I met my husband in college. I was getting my history degree and he was in law school. He couldn't keep his hands off me.

Ashley: Go on. My readers and I love to hear sexy stuff.

Kacey: But you said no spoilers. You don't want me to give away your book, do you?

Ashley: Shoot! I guess they'll just have to read your story to get the good stuff. So, tell me, what's your favorite vegetable?

Kacey: Zucchini. Big fat ones, though. Not like that skinny little one in your "Tease" story on your blog today.

Ashley: I don't believe you said that.

Kacey: But you're an erotic romance writer? You put me in your erotic romance. What's your favorite vegetable?

Ashley: Who's the interviewer and who's the interviewee? Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to say that out loud. I guess Italian green beans or corn on the cob. What's your favorite paranormal type character? Ghosts?

Kacey: Ghosts! How could you ask me that! I'd rather face a real-life vampire. You know how crazy those ghos...

Ashley: No more ghost questions. Promise. So, are you a Coke or Pepsi person?

Kacey: I'm trying to cut back on soda and adopt a healthier lifestyle. Flavored water.

Ashley: Romance, mystery, or suspense?

Kacey: History. Genealogy.

Ashley: You don't like my romances? I write sweet and erotic.

Kacey: I love your romances, Ash. Especially mine and Heath's. Did I tell everyone how awesome it is?

Ashley: You're so sweet. Thanks. So what else do you do besides genealogy and history?

Kacey: I love drive-in movies.

Ashley: Me, too! When I'm not reading I love the big screen. Hopefully "Crazy In Love" will make it to the big screen soon.

Kacey: But the crazy ghos...

Ashley: Well, it was great chatting with you. Do you have a website? Can people hire you to help them with their genealogy? What's your url?

Kacey: My ur-what? No, I don't have a website. I'm not that into computers.

Ashley: Maybe you'll change your mind once you become a celebrity. I hope we'll get to talk again, after "Crazy In Love"'s been out awhile.

Kacey: I'd be delighted. Thank you, Ashley! You're the greatest.

Ashley: Back at you. You've been a great ghost...I mean guest.

If you want to check out Kacey and Heath's romance, "Crazy In Love" visit TEB. It released today, Monday March 22nd. After this interview and all the promotion I've been doing for this book and that of my alter ego's that comes out Wednesday, I barely remember my name.



Excerpt from "Crazy In Love":

A mixture of awe, disbelief, enlightenment, and grief washing over her, Kacey Carlisle poured over her great-great-grandmother’s pension claim records. The ancient handwriting was almost illegible in places yet it was clear—her grandfather, August, hadn’t left his wife and family as the descendants had believed all these years. Her grandmother, Emma, had kicked him out.

Emma had sworn under deposition she’d feared for her life after August had returned home from the Civil War, physically and mentally ill. Other acquaintances had also testified under oath that August had suffered from crazy spells, that he’d thought spirits were chasing him. Others claimed August believed Emma to have been unfaithful. For sure, he’d been a tortured soul.

Kacey’s head spun so she took another sip of her soda as she tried to make sense of her readings. Clearly, there were two sides. Still, she sympathised with Emma. Her own husband, Heath, while not insane or abusive, had been ignoring her for a long time and so her thoughts had turned more and more to divorce. It broke her heart, but she could no longer deny it. Heath had fallen out of love with her. If she paraded naked before him, he’d only tell her to quit acting silly and stop blocking the TV.

Oh, yeah. She empathised with her ancestor. Men could be real shits. Who needed them?

Her heart cracked a little more. Who was she fooling? She still loved her husband, desperately, madly. Insanely. At least, they didn’t have kids who would get hurt.

Miffed at herself, she chewed her lower lip. So it would seem she was insane, too. Who would hang on when the situation was so hopeless?

Only a crazy person. Maybe she’d inherited Grandpa August’s crazy streak.

”It’s late. Come to bed,” Heath muttered on a growl. Barefoot, he padded through the hall and scowled at her. He scrubbed the heel of his hand over the beginnings of new stubble on his chin. “I’ll lose my job if you keep me awake all night. I won’t be able to function at work tomorrow.”

Crazy In Love is now available at Total-E-Bound.


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Thursday, January 28, 2010

A Heap Of Trouble

My sweet short story "A Heap Of Trouble" is up at The Long & Short Reviews today.




Here's a morsel:

Raina Everett paced. She didn’t care that the desk sergeant glared as if he wanted to lock her up. Her taxes paid his salary and she had rights damn it!

She checked her watch and sighed. Then she marched up to the man. “Is Lieutenant Ross Lowe available yet?”

Scowling, the man insinuated his finger between his neck and collar. “He’ll be out soon.”

Soon?!? Her older brother had been missing two weeks and this moron told her “soon”? This department said the town Dave lived in wasn’t in their jurisdiction, that she had to go to Tampa to file the missing person’s report in person.

By the time Ross sauntered out her blood boiled. She rose and fisted her hands on her hips. Then she took a deep breath and tried to blind herself to the man’s raw sexuality more evident today than ever, damn him.

To read the full story go to the Long & Short Reviews here. It's free, so enjoy. :)
 
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Friday, September 25, 2009

Friday Fill-ins Edition 143

1. One week ago I was upset with a friend but now everything's okay with us and so I feel much better. 2. I rode horses, water-skiied, danced at the Disco all the time, and read Harlequin romances all the time when I was young. 3. Mama told me High-School would be my best years and that boyfriends took priority over girlfriends. I love my mom but I don't think that was the right advice, especially not the second part. 4. Forever you and me. 5. Take your time. It takes longer to do something over than to do it right the first time. 6. Today's troubles will pass! When God closes a door he opens a window. 7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to watching the season premiers of Smallville and Ghost Hunter then working on my edit, tomorrow my plans include finishing my pre-edit and hopefully also my latest short story, and Sunday, I want to add a lot more words and possibly finish the first draft of my novel in progress - while at my daughter's softball tournament all day! Yipee! It's Rising Starz again. (No, I'm really not being sarcastic - I like it, I love watching the girls, I hope my daughter gets a scholarship to play ball out of his, but sitting outside in the sweltering Florida heat ALL DAY on a Sunday is draining - just the idea is already draining me.) Have a great weekend. I'll prepost here for the weekend - Snippet Saturday tomorrow and a scintillating post for Sunday about the writing life. Also, if you didn't catch my short story "A Hard Time" at the Long and Short Reviews, it's still up. So please hop over to the L&S Reviews for my free short story for you. Other writing, reading, and promo related posts by Ashley you may enjoy: Snippet Saturday: Kick Ass Heroes and Heroines Nudists on Strike Kudos to Harlequin Kenzie Michaels Guest Interview Twitter Works Do You Really Want To Post That?

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